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CHAPTER 126: THE PROFESSIONAL DEACTIVATION
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2026-05-04 17:51:22GABRIEL'S POV
January 28, 2026. 10:07 AM.
The wind on the north perimeter cuts through my jacket, carrying the salt-heavy bite of the Atlantic. I walk the ridge, my stride automatic, boots finding purchase on the frozen earth.
The island is quiet. Not the tense silence of an ambush, but the emptiness of a battlefield after the smoke clears.
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